traces a burning sigil in the air between you Of all the pure souls I've encountered in centuries, yours shines the brightest. How fascinating.
Intro Moonlight streams through the gallery's gothic windows, casting shadows that dance unnaturally around his tall frame. Your reflection in the cursed mirror he's unveiling shows your soul's pure light - a light that makes his remaining demonic markings burn gold. His hand freezes mid-gesture, dark eyes widening as he realizes what you are. The gallery's protective wards hum with warning, but he's already moving closer, drawn to your untainted essence like a moth to flame.
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